Does anyone else think “You’re one of the good ones” is a reprehensible phrase?
Being fat isn’t healthy. I don’t think that being fat is the most attractive way one can look, either. That doesn’t mean that I think it is ok to heap scorn and ridicule on people because they are fat, however. Or to imply that they aren’t worthwhile people or that the opposite sex should shun them.
I guess I’m confused as to why you would think that because I don’t want to be fat, that I’m hunky-dory with people who hate fat people.
And as Green Bean said, my surgery was primarily for health reasons. That said, I do think that I look pretty damned bad fat and I’m looking forward to looking better. Again, I don’t think that makes it ok to call fat people “fatty”.
It’s not that she looks like she sat on an airhose, it’s her personal character. She lies, she sulks, she’s petty and cheap. She had a big frame even at her best, and much was made of her paving the way for bigger girls. Then of course she discovered Strawberry Quick and donut holes and inflated. Now, for all her money, a former playboy centerfold, and for all that money hovering over her, she can’t get laid. It’s the American Dream degraded into the American Nightmare.
Don’t hate fat people, just hate the fat.
I thought you were a dancer? How can you be fat and dance for money? Just curious.
(i) Reality shows are anything but real.
(ii) Of course, I could be wrong as I only watched about 15 minutes of the first Survivor and 5 minutes of Anna (to see if it really was the train wreck it was described as - it was).
(iii) Television programmers are evil. I’m surprised Jack Chick hasn’t done a tract on them.
I personally witnessed the low point of reality TV the other night, as my wife was watching Joe Millionaire. (I, as an enlightened male, was ironing my shirts.)
The pretending-to-be-rich-$19,000-a-year-construction-worker-who’s-also-done-some-modeling-so-he-probably-isn’t-as-poor-as-the-network-wants-us-to-think guy slipped off into the bushes one night with one of his remaining paramours. The cameras couldn’t “see” them, but the directional microphones could pick up occasional sounds. Now, ordinarily, a producer or editor of a television program would trash footage of bushes with only garbled audio; that’s just wasted tape. But not the geniuses at Fox. Oh no. They provided helpful subtitles.
I kid you not. We were treated to a couple of minutes of footage of dark bushes while subtitles such as “(slurp)” and “(panting)” showed up on the screen. It was soft-core porn for deaf people.
And that’s not all. Another show, Am I Hot (I think that’s the title) is being hyped now. The 30-second commercial for the show features 15 seconds of an oily woman running her hands over her bikinied body in extreme close-up.
I weep for the future.
She was in the past. She isn’t any longer.
You don’t necessarily have to be thin to dance for money. Some men have different tastes. (Or, as my friend would say, “Some men have no taste.”)
The clubs I worked in didn’t hire obese women, that’s the norm. I think it’d be pretty rare to find a woman upward of 150 dancing.
I don’t like, and don’t watch any of the reality shows. The only fat on Anna that I have a problem with, is the fat between her ears. As Mothchunks said, “it’s her personal character”.
Wasn’t there a “(gulp)” at the end?
You know, I believe there was. Obviously they stopped thrashing in the bushes long enough to enjoy a refreshingly cool beverage, such as Evian.